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One Hundred Doors

Just a Thought . . .

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night, but find no rest.”

(Psalm 22:1-2 NRSV)

Don’t answer the phone,
don’t go to the door,
don’t draw back the blinds
don’t hoover the floor.

Don’t talk to the boss,
don’t go to find hope.
He’ll only get cross,
it’s the weak who can’t cope.

Don’t speak to your friends;
they’ve enough on their plate
without you complaining,
bemoaning your fate.

Don’t go to the doctor,
to get some support.
You know there’s no help,
she’ll make a report.

Don’t mix with those people;
they’re better than you.
Remember your status;
get back in the queue.

Don’t go to bed early;
you know you won’t sleep.
Your failures I’ll show you;
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2 responses

  1. Caddo

    What a great reblog post, Ellen!

    Like

    October 11, 2013 at 12:25 AM

    • Thanks, Caddo. I thought he made some good points and the poem was well done!

      Like

      October 11, 2013 at 1:13 PM

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